Summary: Set around three months or so after Severus found Harry in the London Alleyway. Harry is making progress coming back from his torture at the hands of Morgan. But he still struggles with self image and learning to be human again. Severus is doing his best to cope with the younger man’s issues when he knows he is in over his head.
Warnings: Self-harm, mentions of past abuse, language.
Rating: NC-17
Author’s notes: For this bit Harry was played by sevs_lil_secret and Severus was portrayed by unbroken_halo, because Kellie wanted to try her hand at Submissive!Harry. Harry is still quite broken in this side story. So get your Kleenexes ready, you might need them.
Crystal Shards
Harry moved quietly through the sitting room of Severus' chambers, running a soft cloth over the different bottles and other items Severus had collected from different wizarding communities around the world. Biting his lower lip in concentration, he was wiping a delicate set of crystal phials when Severus made his normal dramatic entrance by slamming the door behind him. Startled, Harry jumped and to his horror, the crystal phials dropped from his fingertips to shatter on the stone floor. He sank to his knees, scrabbling at the razor thin shards, whimpering quietly, knowing he'd done something truly unforgivable this time. He knelt there in the mess as he waited for Severus to pronounce judgement on him.
What a day! Severus thought. Term ends in three more weeks! Then two days to settle his affairs and it was off to Echo. He sighed and looked around the room for Harry and heard whimpering. "Potter, are you alright?" He drew his wand and headed for the sounds. He found Harry in the floor surrounded by little shards of sparkling crystal. Severus looked up on the shelf and saw that the largest Austrian Crystal Potion Phial was no longer in its place. He frowned. "What happened?"
"M-m-master, this stupid thing is at fault, it broke your possession," Harry said softly, his breath hitching and his eyes closed, not wanting to see the blow as it came. His fingers picked at the shards, fumbling, trying to fit the pieces back together, dropping them as they became slick with his blood. Harry didn't want to be thrown away again, he wanted to be good, he'd take whatever punishment Sir gave him, and he deserved it. He'd learned his lessons well at Master Morgan's hands, he knew he had to pay great prices for the privilege of his little nest of rags to sleep in. "Please Sir, it needs to be punished for breaking your things." Huge tears rolled down his thin cheeks as he braced himself so that he wouldn't fall and inconvenience his new Master.
Severus stared at the broken phial and then at Harry. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. The Phial was irreplaceable, given to him by the Potions Master that had trained him on completion of his Mastery. He really, really didn't want to deal with this today. He rubbed his temples and counted to fifty. Severus glared down at Harry. "Get up boy and get a dust pan and broom to clean up your mess. The damn thing is gone and broken now and it will do me no good for you to smear blood all over the place as well."
Swallowing a sob, Harry stared down at his bleeding fingers and flinched, he was still messing up. He got to his feet quickly and almost ran for the broom and dustpan, trying all the while not to bleed on anything but himself. After cleaning up the mess and disposing of it, Harry knelt at the side of the chair Severus was sitting in at his desk. "Sir would you like to eat here as you grade or would you prefer the dining table?" he asked not daring to look up, his gaze fixed a crack in the stone floor. He wondered when he would be punished, if anyone had asked him, he would have told them he'd rather be punished soon after the infraction so that his Master didn't have time to think about it and make it worse, that and waiting for it was horrible. But no one had ever asked him.
Severus stared down at Harry then jerked the boy up into his lap. He drew his wand and ran it over Harry's fingers' extracting the small slivers of crystal and healing the cuts made by them. He set Harry on his feet and stood as well. "We shall dine at the table." He pushed on the younger man's back and led him to the table. "Sit down, Potter and let's eat." He pulled out a chair and then sat in his own.
Harry served Severus his plate and then sank to his knees next to the man's chair. At first he hadn't understood why his hands had been healed, but it made sense, Master would not want him to dirty up his dishes. He knelt with his back straight, his hands on his thighs, palms up and framing his inadequate manhood for his Sir, his head was tilted down and his eyes on the floor. Punishment would be after Master ate then. He was still confused when he didn't have a pet dish to eat from, something he knew was meant for something like him, it worried him when Master made him sit on the furniture or fed him from a piece of china.
This new Master was so different than Master Morgan, he hadn't been physically punished yet, and so he'd done it for Master thinking that the infractions had not yet been bad enough to warrant Master's attention. But now though, Harry knew how much Master valued the phial he'd broken, surely tonight would be the night he would be punished by Master's hand. The smells of his Master's dinner was making his mouth water and to his horror his stomach made a noise that he couldn't control. He was so undisciplined, it was no wonder he'd been thrown away.
Severus sighed and pulled Harry up from the floor. He settled the young man in his lap and cut off a piece of steak. He stabbed it with the fork and held it up to Harry's mouth. "Did you not eat today, Potter? I have asked the elves to bring you lunch and high tea when I am in class. Why are you not eating?"
Harry slowly shook his head and fidgeted with the hem of the short robe Severus had laid out for him to wear. "This thing hadn't earned it yet Sir." he replied softly, his mouth watering and his little pink tongue darting out to taste the piece of meat before he hung his head again. "This thing has been bad Sir."
Severus cleared his throat and sighed. "Eat." He waited for the younger man to take the bite before cutting off a sliver for himself. "Potter, the phial you broke was of great value to me, monetarily and sentimentally. However it was just a phial." He laid his fork down and sipped the glass of wine. "You are not bad and I will not punish you for breaking the crystal. While I am upset about it, there is no cause for this behaviour." He looked at Harry and raised his face to look him in the eye. "I thought we had moved past this, Potter. You will eat what the elves bring you from now on and eat it all."
"Yes Sir." he whispered, his eyes filling with unshed tears at the words of his Master. He ate each bite that was placed to his lips and wriggled in discomfort as his shrunken stomach was filled. He knew regardless of the words that had been said to him, that indeed he was bad and he would punish himself for Master once Master had gone to bed. As soon as Severus' grip on him loosened, he slid back down to the floor and knelt to where his forehead was resting on the cool stones, trying to make the stomach cramps pass. How would he eat all that food and not get fat? He knew he had to stay thin so Master would want to use him, he still didn't know why he'd not yet been used, but he knew he might be soon and he had to stay appealing.
Severus watched as Harry sank to the floor and he looked back at the plate. Damn, had he given Harry too much to eat again? "Potter, do you feel ill?" He reached down and ran his fingers through the boy's soft hair. "Tell me if you need a potion for your stomach." He sighed. "Get up out of the floor as well."
"This thing is afraid it might waste your food Sir,” Harry mumbled as he moved from kneeling to a crouch, balancing on the balls of his bare feet. His breathing was coming in harsh pants as he moved, trying to keep from making another mess tonight. He'd leaned for a brief moment into the touch of Master when he'd felt his fingers in his hair. "Is Sir finished and would like this thing to clear away now?" he asked as he continued to stare at the floor. He knew his Master's routine by now, dinner followed by a brandy as he graded more papers before he readied himself for bed.
Severus grunted and stood. "Follow me, first." Hopefully the elves would clear the table while he was administering the potion to Harry. It felt strange to have the Boy-Who-Lived trying to anticipate and take care of his needs. He led Harry into the bathroom and carefully selected a phial from his stock. Severus poured out a small amount of shockingly pink potion into a medicine cup and held it out to Harry. "Drink. Next time let me know if you are feeling full and I won't force you to eat anymore." He sighed again. "Merlin Potter, what am I going to do with you?" Severus mumbled to himself. July could not come fast enough.
Taking the small cup in a trembling hand, Harry drank it as instructed and cringed as he heard the last words Master had mumbled. He didn't serve a purpose for Master; he'd be thrown away again. "Throw this thing away Sir, it isn't worth keeping." he said softly as he followed his Master out of the bathroom. He glanced at the table and felt his insides go cold; his job had been taken away from him. He watched from beneath his fringe as Severus made himself comfortable and then brought him his snifter of brandy before folding himself down to kneel on the small rug beside the desk. Unconsciously he rocked back and forth as he worked out his own punishment that he would exact on himself as soon as Master was asleep.
Severus shook his head as Harry settled himself at his feet. He bent forward and pulled Harry up onto his lap. "Would you like to read or something while I grade these miserable excuses for essays?" He stroked Harry's head again and then bent his arm around the younger man to take up his quill. "You are welcome to my books as long as you are careful and remember to place them back where you got them from." He set Harry on his feet and gave him a light push towards the bookshelf. "Pick out one, whichever one you like, and sit on the settee to read. You have thirty minutes. Then it's time for bed." He returned his focus to the first essay but kept an ear out for Harry.
Unsure of himself, Harry moved across the room and blindly picked a book from the shelf. Turning he looked at the settee and the floor in front of it. He wasn’t supposed to be on furniture, animals stayed on the floor. His mouth dry, he flicked his eyes over to Master and saw that he was once again absorbed in his grading. Going to the settee, he sat down carefully on the edge of the seat and balanced his weight on the balls of his feet once more. He clutched the book tightly in his hands so it had no chance of falling to the floor and sat with his eyes focused on the cover. Torture, he'd picked up a book on torture. His breath quickening, he slowly opened the cover and let his eyes roam over the drawings, taking note on how better to punish himself later that night.
Severus' eyes flicked over to Harry and saw how the younger man had balanced himself on the edge. Without really looking at him, he snapped. "Sit back and get comfortable, Potter." He returned his gaze to the parchments and then looked up at the clock. He sipped the brandy and then set quill to the essay, slashing out a whole paragraph and writing scathing comments in the margin.
Jumping at the order, Harry quickly repositioned himself on the settee, the book still open and his eyes following the text as his fingers traced over the drawing. He would suffer happily for his Master that night when the lights went out. He looked up after a moment and softly cleared his throat.
"Sir, would you like another brandy?" he asked and then wondered if he could brave one more question when he wasn't yelled at.
"Sir, may this thing have its wand tonight?" he looked back to the text quickly and hunched his shoulders waiting for the answer.
Severus nodded, not really paying attention to what Harry was asking. "That's fine, Potter. Whatever." He drew a line on the parchment and then sat back. He stretched out his arms over his head and leaned back in his chair. His back popped and he twisted to the side then cracked his neck. He grunted and tried to work the kink out of his neck then bent back over the parchment.
Harry carefully set the open book on the seat beside him and stood to pour his Master another drink, not believing he was to be allowed his wand. He carefully set the fresh snifter on the desk before he picked up the empty one. "This thing thanks you Sir,” he said softly as he stepped to the mantle where Severus kept his wand. He reached up and grasped the smooth length of holly in his hand before he returned to the settee and picked the book up once more. "May this thing do anything more for Master?" he asked before he began to read once more.
"No, Potter. That will be enough. Enjoy the book." Severus looked up at the clock. "You still have about ten minutes left. Then we can get ready for bed." He bent down to finished desecrating the essay of a fifth year that should have known better. He signed the parchment with a flourish and then picked up the next.
"Thank you Sir." he said softly as he continued to study the pages. He wondered if Sir was going to go to bed at the same time he was sent to bed. He hoped Master would fall asleep quickly tonight, he wondered if he'd be allowed to service the older man that night. Biting his lower lip, he absentmindedly rolled his wand in his fingers, trying to figure out how to achieve the desired effects with his limited wand. "Sir, what would another word for scarification be that wouldn't sound so bad?" he asked as he turned the page.
"What?" Severus looked up from his work and stared at Harry. "What are you reading?" He stood up and went over to Harry and knelt beside the boy. He turned the book around and gasped. He folded the book closed. "I think that's enough reading for tonight." He took it and Harry's wand and replaced it back on the mantle. He turned around to the other man and held out his hand. "Let's go, you need a shower before bed I think."
Harry looked down at his empty hand and then back up to the mantle. "Sir did this thing do something wrong with it's wand?" he whispered. He'd have to be more creative now if Master was changing his mind.
Severus looked down at him. He had an idea that Harry was going to try to punish himself for the earlier infraction and didn't want to clean up after that but he had to learn to trust the other man sometime. He took a deep breath. "You don't want it to get wet in the bath, do you? Now come on, I suppose you can have it back afterwards." He grabbed Harry's hand and hauled him up off the couch. "You need a bath and so do I." He yawned and covered it with a graceful hand. "I am tired tonight Potter and have to get up early to over see several detentions. I want to make sure you are settled before I finish up my grading."
"Yes Sir." he said. He looked up at his Master and began to run the bath for him and turned to begin unbuttoning Severus' robes. He stood by the tub silently, with his eyes cast down as he'd found out by now that Master didn't want him touching him as he took off his underthings. "Thank you Sir for the privilege of your book." He waited until Severus was disrobed completely before kneeling and picking up the flannel, hoping to be of some use.
Severus inhaled a breath as Harry knelt there waiting to help. He never knew how to react to these displays and while it had been interesting to be kowtowed to it was also disturbing since he knew Harry to be one of the most powerful wizards alive. He willed himself calm and ran his hand through Harry's hair. "Get undressed, Harry." Severus told him softly. "You may help me with my shower."
Without a second thought, Harry pulled the short robe over his head and folded it neatly; he hadn't been wearing pants underneath and was barefooted, so he was ready to do his Master's bidding. He leaned into the gentle touch and then waited as he gazed at the bare feet standing on the thick rug in front of him, without thinking, he leaned forward and placed a kiss to the top of each foot. He was careful not to allow his eyes to move any further up Master's body than his knees, he knew for some reason it made Master uncomfortable. He stood and held the shower curtain open for his Master.
Severus' toes curled into the rug at Harry's kiss. He was going to have to remember to set out a full set of clothes for Harry in the morning. It was a wonder the boy didn't freeze to death, running around commando like that. He stepped into the tub and redirected the shower spray and held back the curtain. "Come on, Harry. All the hot water is wasting."
Harry quickly stepped in and wet the flannel he was holding. "Sir, may this thing wash your back?" he asked as he lathered the flannel and kept out of the hot spray of water. He looked at his Master's lean, muscled body and to his horror he felt his own body reacting slightly. His cheeks burning, he waited until Master was turned before he reached down and pinched the head of his awakening prick hard to make it behave.
Severus nodded and stood under the showerhead. The hot water coursed over his back and he sighed. Merlin, it felt good to just stand under the spray. He spread his legs slightly, crossed his arms to lay his face against them as he leaned against the wall. He gave Harry a muffled answer. "Yes, just scrub hard, alright. It's been a long day."
Harry dug his short nails into his sensitive flesh for a moment longer before he began to scrub and massage the older man's back and shoulders. After Harry finished his back, he knelt to soap his Master's legs one at a time, massaging the tired muscles as he worked his way up to the taut arse that was right there in his face. Taking a breath to control his need, Harry resoaped the flannel and began to wash the pale cheeks thoroughly.
Severus let a moan slip out as Harry's hands worked their magic on his flesh. "Merlin Harry, that feels wonderful." He reached back and tangled his fingers in Harry's hair. He let go and then pulled on his balls. Wouldn't do to scare the boy since he had been Harry's greasy git Potions Master. Couldn't let the young man know he fancied him. Severus didn't know how far it would set the boy back to know his nasty former professor desired him.
Then the hands moved to his arse and he knew he had to put a stop to it. "Thank you, Harry. Let's get you clean as well alright." He turned around quickly and pulled the younger man to his feet and switched places with him in the stall.
Harry immediately dropped the flannel and got to his feet, stepping under the spray and turning to face the wall as he quickly washed himself with his hands. He was ashamed of his body, ashamed of the scars that were still evident. Proof that he'd been a bad slave, a mistake that had to be corrected. He raked his nails over his body as he listened to Master get ready to leave the shower; he had to hurry to get the towel for him.
Severus reached up over Harry's head and then pulled the boy out of the spray. He poured the shampoo out in his hand and then rubbed it together. He scrubbed the boy's hair and gently massed his scalp before dunking him back under the water to rinse all the soap out. He stepped out of the stall and wrapped a towel about his waist. He reached back in the shower and turned the water off and waited for Harry to step out. He tossed a towel over Harry's head and began to dry the spiky black hair.
Harry stood still as he was towelled off. "Master, what shall this thing do for you now?" he asked as his body was shifted by the vigorous drying. As the towel was removed, he picked up his short robe again and started to pull it back over his head. He had nothing, only what Master gave him out of kindness and he wouldn't ask for anything, already this Master was far more generous than the last. No one had touched him with kindness in a long time before this Master took him off the street. "Sir, may this thing relax you for bed?"
Severus plucked the robe out of Harry's hands and led him to the bedroom. "Harry, there are clothes for you in here. Pyjamas, robes and underclothes. Whatever you would like to wear. If there is nothing in there you want to wear we will buy something else to your liking. All right? You needn't put on the same things again."
Severus dropped his towel and pulled on some pyjama bottoms. Then went back to Harry. The young man still stood there in his towel. Severus placed his hand on Harry's face and tilted it up to look him in the eyes. "You are Harry Potter and I want you to stop referring to yourself as 'thing'. Do you understand me?" He placed a gentle kiss on the lightning bolt and then turned away. "Get dressed, Harry."
Tears rolled down the thin cheeks as Harry reached up and touched where he'd been kissed. "This thing was told it didn't deserve a name Master, that it hadn't earned the right. It was called freak, slut, whore, thing; anything but Harry, Sir." he choked out as he tried to stay in control. He picked up a long tee shirt and pulled it over his head, letting the hem fall to mid thigh before he dropped to the floor on the rug at the foot of Severus' bed, curling into a tight ball. "Thank you Sir,” he whispered.
FUCK! Severus watched as Harry sank to the floor. He was just about tired of this. He reached down and pulled the boy up. "Damn it Harry, we are wizards and we don't sleep on the floor." He picked up Harry and tossed him on the bed then crawled into it himself. He snagged the young man about the waist and pulled him down into the soft bedding. "Now, sleep." He yawned and pulled the covers up over them.
Harry froze in fear as he was tossed onto the bed, he felt Master's arm go about his waist and he was pulled to be spooned next to the older man. His shirt rucked up at the rough handling and his bare bottom was pressed against the front of the Potion Master's crotch. Maybe tonight he'd be useful to Master, he thought as he lay awake and waiting. Soon however, he heard the steady breathing that indicated the older man was asleep.
Thinking to himself of all the things he'd done wrong that day, Harry began to dig his nails into the soft flesh of his lower belly and thighs to begin his punishment. After a short while Master rolled over and he was able to slip out of the bed and go back into the sitting room where he dug a crystal shard out of the dustbin. He looked at it in the dying embers of the fireplace and then pressed the edge high up on his inner thigh. Closing his eyes he recalled the spell for the torture he'd read in the book and began to carve his sins into his flesh. Over and over again telling himself that he must be punished so he could stay. He watched the blood drip onto a napkin he'd placed under his thigh and waited until he thought that leg was done before he turned the shard to his small penis.
He roughly stroked himself to erection and then began to carve the skin of his shaft to remind him that he was not allowed pleasure. Ever. Taking a deep breath, he stood and as he did so he accidentally knocked over a small statuette on the end table.
Instantly Severus was awake because Harry had left the bed. He figured the young man had gone to the loo but when he didn't return Severus began to wonder. He heard a small crash and jumped from the bed. He grabbed his wand from under the pillow and started for the other room. Severus stubbed his toe on the chair in the dark and cursed loudly, the muggle variety of course. He tentatively stepped down on it again and went into the sitting room. He caught sight of Harry, the blood running down his legs, his cock standing out from his body and roared at him. "What do you think you are doing?" He advanced on the younger man, wand in hand.
Immediately Harry went to his knees and began to rock, his arms stiffly at his sides. Master was angry. All he'd tried to do was punish himself so Master didn't have to. So he wasn't an inconvenience to him. "This thing.... It was teaching itself a lesson Sir,” he mumbled. He was lost in his mind, he knew he should do something, but he didn't know what would make this Master happy, and so he did what he could think of. The crystal shard was still in his hand and he began to cut the soft skin above his pubic hair, chanting, “Don’t want to be thrown away, don't want to be thrown away." repeatedly as his eyes went unfocused and he lost himself.
"Fuck, Harry." Severus dropped to his knees and pried whatever it was that Harry had in his hand away from him. The crystal shard sliced into his palm and he hissed. He tossed the damn thing into the fire and waved his wand over his hand then scooped up Harry. He took him into the loo and washed away the blood trying to see how bad the younger man had damaged himself. Severus healed the cuts and then washed Harry off again. He stripped the shirt from the younger man and held him against his chest, hoping the skin-to-skin contact would bring Harry out of it.
Severus rocked the younger man and stroked his hair. "Shhh. I am not going to get rid of you. I promise." He cursed the fucker that had turned Harry into this broken thing and himself as well, for screaming at the young man. "Come on Harry, come back to me."
Severus looked down into the empty green eyes. "Dammit Harry, answer me or I will bust your arse. You want punishment I can give that to you but you had better answer me right now." He shook the smaller man trying to get a reaction out of him. Severus wrapped his arms back around the younger man, lost. He had no idea how to cope with this. "Please Harry. I'll do anything you want just come back to me." He kissed the scar again and continued rocking the younger man.
Harry flopped around like a rag doll as Severus manoeuvred him, slowly becoming aware that he was nude and pressed against his Master. Why was his Master holding him? Where had his pain gone, it was his way to show Master he could be trusted to keep himself in line. As he was being rocked, his twenty one year old body began to react to contact it hadn't felt in such a long time.
Harry began to struggle in Master's arms, he didn't want to disgrace himself again, he just couldn't do anything right. He looked up into Severus' black eyes and asked softly "Make it go away Sir, please."
Severus held Harry tighter when the younger man began to struggle. "Shh I have got you, Harry calm down." He slowed his rocking down and realized Harry was whispering something. Like an idiot he looked down at Harry, concern and confusion written on his face. He held Harry away from him to look him over. "Are you still hurt somewhere? What's wrong?"
As soon as Master pulled back Harry took advantage of the space and drove his fist into his erection, his head snapping back as he gasped in pain. "This freak isn't allowed to feel good,” he moaned as he drew his fist back once more.
Severus gasped and caught Harry's fist before it slammed into the erect flesh again. This need he understood and yet couldn't bring himself to let Harry do this to himself. He cradled Harry close again and restrained both of the smaller hands in one of his. "Shhh, Harry calm down." He knew he couldn't bring himself to hurt Harry either. The protective instinct was too firmly ingrained in him to do that to Harry. He held on and rocked the boy, trying to think of a way to help him.
Harry sounded like a wounded animal as once again his flesh was pressed tightly against his Master. His sobs and begging only grew louder as his hips further betrayed him and he started to rut against his former professor.
"This thing is sorry Sir,” he whimpered as he fought himself, thrashing in the older man's arms. "Please make it stop, it's trying to be good Sir,” he begged.
Distraught, Severus did the first thing that came to mind. He wrapped his hand around Harry's prick and stroked it. The boy's writhing had awakened his own cock and he squashed down his urges and tried to help Harry the only way he knew how. "Harry, there's no need to feel sorry." He leaned close and used his voice to soothe the struggling young man, to talk him into orgasm. "Does that feel good, little one? I want you to enjoy this."
He swallowed and continued to stroke and talk to Harry. "This Master wants you to feel pleasure, Harry. He wants you to come for him." He bent forward and kissed Harry lightly on his scar again.
"I want to see how beautiful you can be for me." He stroked upwards and ran his thumb over the tip of Harry’s cock.
"Feel good?" Harry gasped as he felt the gentle yet firm hand on him, grasping him as the honeyed voice washed over him. "Not doing bad?" he mumbled as he felt his hips start to jerk in response. He didn't understand, he tried but he didn't. His body arched as he felt Master's thumb sweep over the head of his prick. Something was missing.... Something.... He worked his arm behind himself and shoved two fingers into his newly healed hole dry and began to work them furiously. Master wanted him to come; he wouldn't waste Master's time. His little elfin face was screwed up in pleasure he didn't know how to respond to and pain he was familiar with. He let Master's voice wash over him as he tipped his head back, jammed in a third finger and drew his knees up as his orgasm built.
So caught up by Harry's responses, Severus didn't even notice the younger man was causing himself more pain. "No baby, you are so good. I enjoy watching you like this." He tightened his grip and then loosened it, stroking faster over the smaller man's erection. "Beautiful, Harry. Will you come for me?”
Severus murmured nonsense words to Harry. Merlin, he was going to the ninth level of Muggle Hell and he couldn't care less. Harry was beautiful and all he wanted to see was the young man's completion. "Come for me, Harry. Just for me, baby."
His legs shaking and his fingers working furiously, Harry dropped his head back, his mouth opened in a silent howl of pain as he shot his load between their bodies with enough force to catch Severus in the chest. His body stiff and jerky, he slowly withdrew his blood and filth covered fingers and let his arm dangle loosely as he waited for Master's next order.
Severus gasped as Harry came and it seared across his chest. He smirked and looked down at the limp young man in his arms. It was then that he noticed the blood running down his leg and he adjusted Harry to see his soiled fingers. His nails were long and raggedy, coated with blood and nastiness.
"Bloody Hell!" He stood and then lowered Harry into the tub. He turned on the facet and regulated the temperature. Carefully he ladled warm water over the young man and shook his head. "What am I going to do with you, Harry? One of these days you are going to be the death of me.” He murmured.
Severus rinsed the blood and semen from Harry and then washed him with soap and water. He took care to scrub under Harry's nails, trimmed them and then once more ran warm water over the younger man. He turned off the water and lifted Harry from the tub. He wrapped a towel around the boy and carefully dried him off. He turned Harry around. He pushed Harry to bend over. "Ok pet, let's see how much damage you did." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I am going to touch you now, alright Harry?"
With gentle fingers he spread Harry’s cheeks and inspected the area.
Harry was silent as Master put him into the water, only stirring when he heard his voice. "I didn't mean to be bad Sir," he said softly as he was scrubbed. He didn't understand what Master was fussing over, he'd done as required, and he’d come for the older man. He laid his cheek on the edge of the tub as Severus spread him open, giving the older man the first ever look at his scarred and abuse hole. Master had never looked at him there before, had never seen the marks left by others, the burns, the tears that didn't heal right, the thin white scars left by razor blades. Harry waited quietly as Master saw to him, wondering once more why someone was taking the time to do so.
Severus drew in a hissed breath. What the fuck had happened to this young man that he was so damaged physically as well as mentally? "Oh Harry. You are not bad." He ran a hand over one of the younger man's cheeks. "I have a cream for the new tears but I can do nothing for the old scars. I am so sorry, Harry." He turned and stood then rummaged in his Potion's cabinet.
"I have to apply it topically, Harry so bear with me." Severus knelt by the tub again and popped the cork from the phial of cream. He tipped some out onto his fingers and rubbed them together, warming the healing lotion.
Harry only nodded his head, who was he to deny his Master anything he wanted. He knew all he was was a receptacle for someone else's seed, it didn't matter to him that he was scarred. Master Morgan had told him many times it was his own fault for not relaxing enough. He felt the slick fingers on his skin and then as they dipped into him.
"Does Master wish to use it?" he asked as he squirmed around on his knees and presented himself to Severus in a position that left nothing to the imagination.
"Harry, no." Severus removed his fingers from Harry's arse and patted his behind. He added some more cream to his finger and once again traced the damaged hole and slowly slid his finger inside. He resisted the temptation to finger Harry and removed his hand. He stood and washed his hands in the sink then turned back to the young man.
Harry's arse was still in the air and he sighed. He scooped the smaller man out of the tub and carted him back to the bedroom. He redressed Harry, this time adding a pair of boxers and another clean shirt. He steered Harry to the bed and held the covers for him. "Climb in and this time I don't want you going anywhere unless you have to go to the loo. Wake me up if you have to."
Harry curled up on his side and waited for Master to slide into bed behind him, his mind and body so tired after everything, he didn't think he'd move for a fortnight. "I understand Master, I promise to be good." He yawned and closed his green eyes and smiled slightly as he felt the bed dip down and then Severus' arm snake around his waist and hold him tight.